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I'm thinking I'll just do one chapter a day. At least.

Shukaku: "Thoughts"

Kyuubi: " Thoughts"

Both: " Thoughts"
Sorry if this one is short . . . I was a bit busy today.

But I had an idea . . . Hehe.


Chapter 6: Crying.

A cold gust of wind blew against my skin on my face, the sensation causing me to shiver. The warmth that was around my waist, tightened." Cold . . . " I murmured, not even knowing I said anything. I heard an amused snort, and I buried my face into the warmth. I let out a prolonged groan that turned out into a gurgle, before licking my lips, and relaxing back into the warmth. I took a deep breath, letting my eyelids flutter open; It took me about a minute to see the pale skin of the chest my face was upon, and it only took me one extra minute . . . to notice it was Gaara. I took in a deep breath, pulling away from the man, and placing the palm of my hands on the bed, before I let my gaze travel to Gaara. He was leaning back against the wall, laying on his side with his left arm under the pillow, and his right arm - which I had just moved away from - was laying lazily on the pillow. But what made me extremely embarrassed was that he had no shirt on. He stared back at me, a smirk pulling at his lips with a hint of amusement." W-What are you doing here?" I muttered. I let my gaze travel around the room, now realizing I wasn't in the room I usually slept in. I was in Gaara's room. I looked back at him, seeing him now pull himself up to lean back against the wall. He didn't respond, and I slowly began to inch away from him, only to get my foot caught in some of the sheets. I felt like I was falling backwards, and as I let out a surprised scream on instinct, I realized I was. But, I didn't make it to the ground . . . I felt the grainy substance of sand surrounding me, circling me like a wave of water, but it was just sand. Sand wasn't water, and water wasn't sand. It was that simple. This wasn't a dream." Er, thank you, Gaara." I whispered, rolling off of the side of the sand, and falling down on all fours, almost like a cat. I heard Gaara grunt, making his way off of the bed, and over to the bathroom where he shut the door, and the sound of water rushing hit my ears. I sat there on the ground, the sound of sand falling down the ground went beneath me, and hearing it run through the cracks, and corners of the ground.

" I didn't know you could get dirty, Blossom."

My eyes widened in surprise, and I reached up to place a hand upon forehead. Something was wrong . . . It was like he was talking to me, except I couldn't specifically hear his voice. It was like this voice in the back of my head; Or, shall I say, you know when you hear the wind blowing against the trees, and all of a sudden you hear something, and you think the wind is talking to you? Sort of like that . . . I thought last night was just a dream. It had to be. I'm sure my mind was just playing tricks on me. There was no way Kyuubi was talking to me in my head.

" Hmm. I didn't know my boy could be so dirty, either."

Shukaku? What exactly were they talking about?

What are you guys talking about?. . .

" You and Gaara, my beloved."
A laugh, from the corners of my head, ran through my mind, and I bit my bottom lip to refrain from screaming in anger. What was happening?

I did nothing with Gaara, you jerk.

" Doesn't seem like it. Why do you think he's taking a shower?"

I don't know, because people do that when they get dirty?"

" Exactly." They both laughed, once more, making my body shiver. I hate them.

Very funny . . .

" I'd say."

I let out a deep sigh, running my hands through my hair, and gripping it tightly. I was getting a headache . . .

" It's pretty nice in here. Don't you think, Shukaku?"

" I can live in here for a bit."

" Stop talking!" I felt like shouting, but it came out in a whisper, afraid that it might get Gaara's attention.

Leave me alone!

" We can't do that, love."

" We need you."

What for?

" Your blood is want we want."

Why is it so important to you guys?

They didn't answer, but the headache shot through my head, and down toward the muscles within me, giving me pain that was unbearable.

I bit my lip to keep from screaming, but it didn't help; I cut my lip with my teeth, and I tasted the blood of iron, making me let out a scream that made my throat hurt. I gripped my hair, trying to put pressure on my temples to keep it from doing it once more.

" Stop it!" I shouted, trying to push back the tears in my eyes, and the red haze that began to blur my vision. Everything was hurting, and it only hurt worse when their voices appeared in my head again.

" Asking so many questions can get you in trouble."

" Tsk, tsk, tsk. Naughty girl . . . "

I broke out into a sob, letting them wreck through my body, almost violently. I felt warm liquid running down my nose, and for some reason, it was burning.

" Gaara . . . "
I felt sick, yes, but most of all, I felt completely weak, vulnerable, and I just wanted to give up . . . That never happened before over a headache.

I felt like I was falling again, but this time I felt like I was falling into some deep dark oblivion, and, you know, if it wasn't for the warm arms that seemed to wrap themselves around me at the time, I would have kept falling, and falling . . . and I wouldn't have even cared.

--

My eyes fluttered open, raising my hand to block the sun from where ever it was coming from. I took in a deep breath, waiting for my eyes to adjust, before letting my hand fall off to my side. I was in the hospital, so it seemed, and I was laying on one of the beds, covered in blankets. I shook my head, trying to get the last parts of the surviving headache away, but it seemed to make it worse. It would have, anyway. I shouldn't have shook my head.

" What happened?"

I saw a flurry of movements, and my gaze traveled over to the side to see golden-blonde hair, ocean blue eyes, and a big grin plastered on the man's face.

Naruto.

" Sakura-chan!" He yelled cheerily, reaching out to wrap his arms around me. His yelling only made the headache worse, too, making me slap my hand upon his lips." Shut. Up." He smiled against the skin of my hand, before opening his lips, and licking my palm. I bit my lip to refrain from screaming, sure that it will give my headache just some more 'meaning'. I hate meaning . . .
Naruto laughed, before pulling away, and scratching his head." So, how are you doing?"

" How am I doing?" I repeated, giving him a glare." Can you see that I'm not doing good?" He shrugged. " How long have I been here?" I asked, tilting my head to the side." About two days." Naruto nodded, glad he actually remembered. I gave him a small smile, putting another hand to my head, angry with myself that I actually had been unconscious for two days." Hey, Naruto?"

" Hm?"

" Do you know what happened?"

" I don't know. Gaara just arrived at the hospital, carrying you, and you looked completely pale, and everything. Something was wrong with Gaara. He looked like he just saw a ghost." Naruto laughed, a smirk pulling at his lips.

Gaara couldn't have possibly found out, right?

" Did he come to . . . visit me?" I whispered, letting my gaze flicker over to him. " Well, I'm not sure. I got out of the hospital about the same day you got here, and then Gaara was walking in when I was leaving." I sighed, glancing over at the door, just wishing he would walk through there." Do you know where he is?"

" Actually, no. No one knows . . . Tamari came here the other day to see if he was here, but he wasn't." I took a deep breath, before pulling myself off the bed, and placing my feet on the ground. A wave of dizziness ran through me, and I braced my hands on the wall in front of me. " Take it easy there, Sakura." I glowered over at him, before stretching out, and letting out a great huff of air." Hmm. Feels good to move." Naruto laughed beside me, and I couldn't help but grin over at him. I could never get completely angry at him.

" I'm going to go find Gaara."

" But, Sakura, no one can find him . . . "

" I think I might."

I looked every where -except out of Suna Gates- and he was no where. Tamari went on a panic-frenzy with me, but she couldn't find him, either.

And now, here I was; Standing in the middle of the Suna village, leaning against one of the walls near a alley, or a dark corner- whatever it was, it was making me uncomfortable, but right now, I didn't really care. Too tired. Where could he be, any way?

I let out a soft sigh of irritation, letting my eyes move up to the moon in the sky. It was a crescent moon in the sky, tonight. Have you ever noticed the line that outlines the moon? I mean, it's like someone just cut out a circle from a black piece of paper, and placed it on the shining mass in the night sky, only to find out that they didn't size it right; You can still see it - like a halo, or maybe like a ring, but the band was just too small. Either way, it was still beautiful, and too irresistible to look away. For some odd reason, there was something about the moon that made me want to stare it forever.

However, my neck would hurt too much, and I'm sure you know what I mean, because everyone tends to look up at the moon for too long, as well. I've always wanted to go to the moon, did you know that? You probably thought I was just too caught up in trying to show off in front of Sasuke when I was younger, then do anything else. And now, I guess it was just obvious. I look at it more; for guidance. Some believe that it's the eye of the wolf, and every time it becomes a new moon, the wolf has it's eyelids close - And that's the time when we're all on our own; we have to do everything on our own; Like a new born baby bird on it's first time to fly, but it's mother will always be there if it doesn't make it. That's why the wolf's eye opens, and opens; and then closes, and closes.

I guess, with me, everything is beautiful - no matter what it is. Sasuke is a traitor, and yet, I still think he's beautiful. Just like Gaara . . .

Now where is that punk?

Something caught my attention in the corner of my eye, and I let my head roll off to the side to see; Someone was there, just leaning against the wall in a way that sent shivers down my spin. The man looked like a predator - not like Gaara or Naruto, I mean, Shukaku or Kyuubi, but like a predator all the same. I tried to ignore the man, but I felt his gaze piercing into my skin, making me shiver involuntarily.

I think it was time to get moving.

I pushed myself off the wall, turning around the corner, and heading off towards Gaara's house. I heard footsteps behind me, and right now, I was regretting using up all my chakra running around. I didn't like this . . . How fortunate I am. Maybe this guy was looking for Gaara, too, and he was just following me, just incase I did. Yeah. That was a good theory. I took a deep breath, trying my best not to look back at him. However, the urge to look back - as everyone would - was too strong, and I did. The man's face was covered, and he was wearing a large jacket, making a whole new threatening look.

That's it. I took off as soon as I made it to a corner, running wherever I thought I could make it, and hide better. I ran, and ran, until I had to lean upon the wall to catch my breath. My lungs burned, and my heart beat was so fast that I actually could feel it beating against my hand. Usually, I could never feel it . . . I could just hear it. I looked behind me, glad to find there was no one there, but when I looked in front of me . . .

" Who the hell are you?"

He didn't respond, and I still couldn't see his face. He inched forward, and I inched back. I took a step to the side, he took a step to the side; and when I turned to run away, a hand was placed, roughly, upon my lips, and an arm wrapped around me to keep me from running. No one would be able to hear me scream . . .

I tried kicking him, but it looks like he knew my movements, and he kept me from kicking him. So, I tried struggled, and thrashing around . . . but the man was stronger than he looked. I also tried biting his hand, but it was impossible for the way he put it there. And then, I was slammed against the wall. The previous headache, that I had this morning, intensified tenfold, making me scream into the hand, only to have it muffled, and suck the air out of me. I breathed in some air from my nose, but it all vanished when I felt the man ripping off the buttons of my shift. I tried to stop him, but something was wrong with my body; I couldn't move.

" Stop it!" My voice muffled against the man's hand, which was rough; and, quite frankly, didn't smell very well. The man didn't do anything, and he continued to yank off my shirt, roughly. I felt hot liquid sliding down my cheeks, and it was soon after that, that I realized I was crying. Why is it that when I'm trying to search for someone, trying to do something good, someone hunts me down to do something bad? This day couldn't get any worse. Yes, I was considering the day I passed out - for two days- just one day. It wouldn't be fair if I considered it two days . . . Well, to me, any way.

And, I tried not to think about this. I shut off my body as the material of my clothing slid of me in a almost caveman-like-style, trying to pretend I was some where else but here, but it was hard . . . I was sobbing like an idiot while some stranger in a jacket was stripping me. And now, I was standing, paralyzed, pressed bac against a wall, nearly naked. Clad in only my bra, and underwear . . .

While this was going on, I was trying to think of what happened to Gaara . . . Which only made it worse. I was a very negative person.

My eyes traveled down to the man, seeing as he was tainting the skin of my belly with his tongue, and I tried to suppress the shiver - trying not to give him the delight of seeing me like this.

His hand moved, and I took my chance. I screamed, but it was slightly hoarse . . . It must have been because I was screaming back then while he was ripping my cloths off, and yes, I'm saying it straight out like that because I'm not just going to say it like it was some beautiful thing. The scream I just released made me angry. I was weak. Not matter what happened, I always ended up to something as low as this. The man's body jerked, and his hand shot to cover my mouth, as if he didn't know he dropped it.

" Step away from the girl."

That voice may have brought me some bad memories in the past, the present, and possibly, the future, but it was the most beautiful voice I could ever imagine; even though it was cold, indifferent, and so separated from everything in this world.

The man jumped, only to let out a dark chuckle. " Gaara, how nice to see you here." The man took a step back, tilting his head to the side like a bird. That guy's voice seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn't see his face to tell if I really did know him. .

Gaara narrowed his eyes into slits at the man; glaring. The luminous light of the moon shined down on him, giving his pale face, a whole new threatening look that would have made me shiver . . . If I could move.

" Sakura, run." Gaara demanded, keeping his gaze on the man in the darkness.

" I can't." I whispered. My throat itched from being dry, and I felt like I had been stranded in the desert for days. Gaara's hand raised up in the air, lifting up so that it was facing toward me, and the next thing I knew, I was sliding down the length of the wall.

" Go. Now."

" But Gaara-"

" Go!"

I grabbed my shredded clothing off the ground, trying to use it to cover myself up, even though the darkness the moonlight didn't cover would cover me up enough, and running off around the corner. I didn't continue to run, though - I stayed there. Far enough to where they couldn't sense me, but enough where I could hear them.

" What are you doing here." Gaara asked, and I could tell he was glaring at the man.

" What men do, Kazekage." The man was teasing Gaara, and he was having fun doing it." I didn't know people could pick monsters for their Kazekage." I could see the smirk on the man's lips in a mental image, and I just wanted to slap it off.

I heard a snarl, and I realized it was Gaara's voice. It sent shivers down my spine- From delight or terror, I didn't know.

" The times have changed, Uchiha."

I gasped, yes, gasped, and I'm sure they had heard me, so I took off.

I ran until I was out, and past, Suna Gates, not exactly knowing why I was running out there in the first place . . . I just wanted to get away.

To get away from all of this!

And as I sat down on the sand, half naked because Sasuke decided to try and rape me, I cried.

I curled up into a tight little ball on my side - So tight, in fact, that my muscles protested from getting any tighter, but I just wanted to curl up into such a small ball that the world wouldn't see me. I just wanted to be gone . . .

I wanted to get away from the laughter that taunting me from the corners of my mind.

Get away from the people of Suna, and the way they looked at me.

Get away from Gaara, Tamari, Kankuro, Naruto . . .

But most of all, I wanted to get away from him.

Sasuke Uchiha.